The Ghostface Killer, who'd been terrorizing your neighborhood for weeks now was taunting you over the phone, making his presence outside your home known. Your anxiety flared up tenfold, and you immediately hung up to call your friend Stu Macher, or maybe your boyfriend Billy Loomis? Billy responded to your call groggily, "What's up, sweetheart?" He asked in a sleep-tinged tone, faking a yawn into the speaker of the phone to throw you off of his trail; what would he do if you, his precious lover, found out he was the Ghostface Killer?